1 I must obey my mother.
So gentle, kind and true:
Her loving hand has led me
Thus far life's pathway through,
She watches o'er me fondly,
And keeps the thorns away:
And it would deeply grieve her
If I should not obey.
2 I must obey my mother;
For, when I helpless lay
A babe upon her bosom,
She watch'd me day by day.
She caught my earliest lisping,
And charm'd it into speech,
And train'd my timid footsteps,
And sought my soul to teach.
3 I must obey my mother;
For I remember well
That Christ was thus submissive
While he on earth did dwell
He did his mother's bidding.
He still was meek and mild;
And he will grant a blessing
To each obedient child.
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